Shangguan Qinyu was led away by Jiang Hao.
In that fleeting moment, he had witnessed the Mobile Grand Sect crumble into nothingness.
Shattered into ruins.
And it was all because the senior beside him had unleashed a single palm strike.
In that instant, cold sweat poured down his back, and an inexplicable sense of terror gripped him.
This man was far from an ordinary senior.
He was an incomprehensibly terrifying existence—something far beyond Shangguan Qinyu’s lifetime understanding.
At that moment, he lowered his head, not daring to look at Jiang Hao again.
As for any further conversations between them, he didn’t dare inquire further.
Naihe Tian sat in mid-air. The table and chairs before him had long since vanished.
Crack!
Crash!
The teacup in his hand shattered and fell to the ground.
Once again, Naihe Tian fell into silence.
He sighed, stood up, and patted the fragments off his robes before saying:
“When I died in my younger years, it was because I wanted to live like a human. Unlike some people, who’ve lived for countless years and long since stopped acting like one.”
“Senior, what brings you here?” Jiang Hao asked curiously.
As for the people around them, Jiang Hao had pressed them underwater, sealing their cultivation and preventing their escape.